Chapter 140

I watched in horror as the sickening dance continued. Sven had grasped the rogue’s arm, twisting it in an unnatural direction. A loud snap reverberated from his arm, and he fell to the ground screaming in pain while the large man laughed. What was left of the rogue’s clothing was drenched in sweat, blood, and dirt. On the other hand, Sven seemed to be enjoying himself. His face dripped with sweat, and blood covered his hands, but it was obvious that it wasn’t his own. “You need to stop this,” I said to Franco in a quiet voice. He didn’t reply, except to shake his head tersely.